Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 692 The Disaster of Slaughtering the City (22)

There is a strange acupuncture point on the forehead of a person. If someone touches it, even with a finger, the person will never be able to get up again.

"I don't need you!" Murongdi struggled and glared at her viciously, "Stop crying like cats and mice and pretending to be merciful!"

"Tsk! You're really right, I really don't want to care about you." She clicked her tongue.

"Just like you, a kid from a rich family who was spoiled and grew up, doesn't know how to respect people, treats people like ants, and treats people's lives like worthless things. In normal times, I would smoke one by one, or poison them to death directly. To save them from harming the common people and harming more innocent people in the future."

As she spoke, her eyes swept Murongdi up and down, her eyes mocking.

"Actually, sometimes I really don't understand why there is such a big gap between you and Murong Li even though you have the same blood on your body? Are you really born of the same father?"

"Think about it, your elder brother went to battle at the age of 15 to kill the enemy to defend the territory, to protect all the people in Xifeng from being humiliated or injured by foreign thieves, and you don't have to wander around and lose your home or get married."

"In just a few years, he fought countless battles and killed countless thieves, but what about you? How old are you now? Look at what you do every day?"

"Now that the enemy army is pressing down on the territory, when your emperor brother still has so many soldiers fighting to the death in the wind and snow and the severe cold, you come here and think that the tea is not as good as the one in the palace, and the food is not as good as the one in the palace. The scent is perfect, and if you don’t like it, you have to order your subordinates to kill. What you want to kill is not the enemy’s bandits, but the innocent people of Xifeng.”

Her finger suddenly moved down to touch the position of Murong Di's chest.

"Murong Di, touch your heart and ask, are you worthy of the brother you admire, the thousands of soldiers who have worked so hard for your Murong family, and the thousands of people who support your Murong family?"

"If you are a little bloody, if you really regard your brother as a hero and as an idol, you will change your arrogant and domineering temperament, and let the whole world know that your brother, Murong Li, has a humble personality. A good brother who is courteous and loves the people like a son!"

After saying that, she withdrew her hand, and stood in front of Murong Di with such a big thorn, as if she was ready to be slaughtered by the king.

There was silence in the room.

The guards pursed their lips and sullenly, their expressions were solemn at this moment.

These individuals may have never been on the battlefield, but they all have a kindling in their hearts. If you sprinkle a little spark, it will burn into a raging fire with a bang.

At this moment their hearts were on fire.

When they first joined the military camp, they had the feeling of defending their homes and the country, thinking that one day if the enemy invaded, they would rush to the battlefield and strangle the enemy to protect their parents and fellow villagers.

But later, due to various chances, they finally failed to join the front line, but entered the palace.

Years have passed, and they have forgotten their original intentions when they joined the army, their original ambitions, and their true responsibilities and honors as soldiers.

They followed this favored little master, flaunting their power and domineering, forgetting that when they were living comfortably in this Changyuan City, so many people were fighting the enemy with the wind, snow and cold.

They suddenly felt ashamed.

A woman, a woman with no strength to restrain a chicken, knows more than them all.

Murong Di's upturned steamed face was a little dazed.

He looked at Shen Jing's book, and raised his hand to cover his heart in a daze. He felt that the heart was beating strongly under his palm, and an unprecedented heat came out from the bottom of his heart, penetrated the texture of his palm, and scorched his palm. And the atrium is trembling.

(End of this chapter)